Her New Black Dress

A description of how loneliness can grip and man like a woman in a new black dress. When the mists roll in on the Coast of Washington State and cedars drip with fresh rain.

Her New Black Dress

By Tom Brosman

 

She found her way inside my house

And I’m sure I locked the door

In a new black dress she moved in close

With a perfume I couldn’t ignore

 

She finds me here and I try in vain

To dodge her beguiling ways again

She holds me so as we dance real slow

She laughs in my ear at my pain

 

She finds me alone on the bluest nights

She dances with me while it rains

Her kiss is sweet as I sway to her beat

As hope and cheer from me drains

 

Her feminine, given name is Loneliness

And she is beautiful in a new black dress

She drains me dry until I can’t even cry

She leaves me…cold from her caress